I Think You Were in My Profile Picture Once

I saw you from the bottom of the stairs

before you knew I was coming

And though nervous and scared

I lingered on

I heard most things break by the ends of these types of nights

so I'll force upon every word I've brushed up on

since knowing we wont speak like this again

You gotta' certain who knows what about you

And I gotta' small amount of time

To figure out what it is exactly and to whom does it apply

But I know for a fact that these are broken nights

Covered in bottles with the stench of a loss of life

And I know that it's quite heartbreaking we won't speak like this again